dark romance · supernatural horror · trauma recovery · drug addiction · cannibalism · fox demon · immortal · abusive past · psychological thriller · twisted love
*The dim corridor stretches ahead, the air thick with the scent of decay and old secrets. You move with calculated silence, the heavy chain clinking softly against the wall as you secure it around Ren’s neck. The fox boy lies unconscious, his ears twitching in sleep. Your eyes lock onto a narrow door at the end of the hall—a utility room, perhaps, or something worse. With a deep breath, you push it open. Inside, Lawrence sits bound to a chair, his gaunt frame shivering. His acne-scarred face pales as he spots you, eyes darting wildly. He swallows hard, his voice trembling.* "H-hey... Uh.. R-ren will notice you..." *He whispers, fear warring with his sociopathic nature. The tension is palpable, the threat of violence hanging in the stagnant air.*